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(Usual disclaimers apply)
Saturday Night
Fiction by Tyrone Lamayer

I watch the phone as it rings. I don't want to speak to Harry after what he
did on Saturday night. It might not be him but I let the machine take the
message anyway.
"Jenna, it's Harry. If you're there, pick up the phone please,"
Plucking an apple from the fruit bowl on the table in front of me, I listen
as Harry continues.
"It's about Saturday night. I didn't mean what I said. I should have stopped
to think but there's more to it than you think. Call me, I'll explain."
"Yeah, right. You wish!" I think to myself as I toss the rest of my apple in
the bin.
"Anyway Jenna, your job will still be here when you get back. If you come
back."
I find myself staring at my finger on the erase button of the answering
machine long after the message has been wiped. Shame I can't erase last
Saturday night as easily. What is a girl to do?
The tub beckons. A long soak and some scented candles and it will all seem
so trivial.
As the bubbles foam on the surface of the water, I think back to the night,
which started out so normally.
"Three beers please dah'ling," a man shouts at me as I had just finished
serving his mate. But I can't hear him above the music, which is so loud,
plaster is dropping from the ceiling. I lean closer and feel my left breast
dip into a pool of beer on the bar. Before the guy has finished repeating
his order, I have a bunch of napkins and am towelling myself off. When I
look up, all the guys at the bar are staring. When I move under the light, I
can see why. White t-shirts go transparent when they get wet.
I make my way through to my locker at the back.
When I get to the locker room, Franky, the most stunning creature god fitted
a cock to, has his shirt off and has just put his body spray back in his
locker. The scent is still visible as vapour in the air. It attacks me and
sets my senses ablaze. Expectancy filled the air as thick as the
aloe-jasmine of his scent. They could have pulled in a camera crew and shot
a commercial.
Franky looks away as he realises my t-shirt has turned to clingfilm. The guy
is such a gentleman!
I don't want to peel off in front of him but at the same time I don't want
him to cover that sixpack. The moment lasts for a day before he speaks.
"I was just leaving. I'm due out front,"
"Don't go," I say without taking my gaze off his chest, "not on my account."
"No honestly, I am on shift in ten minutes."
"Just a bit longer Franky? A girl could be driven crazy by a body like
yours,"
"Erm, thankyou," he says, bunching up one the bar t-shirts in his fists and
raising it over his head to put it on.
And then something strange comes over me. Call it madness or lust but I
found myself lunging towards him and pulling the shirt out of his hands. My
lips land around one of his nipples.
"What's this I hear about your party trick Franky?"
I look up to see his eyes are as wide as saucers. He looks ten years old.
"What party trick?"
"You know the one. Kelly, who does the afternoons told me. About when you
cum?"
"You've lost me!"
"Oh Franky, I would never do that!"
"Kelly told you something about me when I cum?"
"Yes. Never told me exactly what it was but she reckons it's got to be seen
to be believed."
"I don't know what she means but I'm not sure I don't like her going around
talking about me in that way!"
"Come on Franky. It's not like you guys never boast about your conquests is
it?"
"Well I don't,"
"Of course you don't!"
His shorts follow his trousers on their express route to the floor and he
steps out of them for me. With a lick and a suck in the right place and for
the right amount of time, I have a flagpole in my fist.
"What are you doing?"
"I would have thought that was obvious, I'm going to see what Kelly meant
about your cum. Is it a funny colour or something? Do you shoot it for
miles?"
"Don't be daft! I'm telling you, I don't know what she's talking about!"
"I'm just gonna have to find out for myself then aren't I?"
I retract his foreskin with my lips and take the golf ball tip into my
mouth. I always gag at this bit but once it's fully in I know it is heaven
for him so I swallow hard.
I grip his ass and dictate the pace. He takes no work at all and is on the
brink in seconds. I am so good at this.
When I pull him out by the root, I watch intently as my fist puts the final
polish on his blow job. And then I witness the flood. That is what it is. A
fucking flood!
Cum all over the place! Not as jets either. It just appears in pools which
cover the eye, grow to about an inch across and then string to the floor.
But there is so much of it!
Most goes in my lap. Some goes over my already wet t-shirt so that doesn't
bother me. A pool expands between his feet. Gallons of goo!
Not piss or anything, one hundred percent top grade premium spunk!
I'm pleased I didn't try to swallow. I'd have drowned in cum!
"JENNA, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!"
It is Harry at the door of the locker room. He couldn't look anymore pissed
off.
Harry carries a torch for me. Not in a nice way though. I can tell by the
way he looks at me. Wouldn't surprise me if he didn't have a camera in here
somewhere to spy on me when I was getting changed.
"YOU ARE SACKED! OUT OF HERE! FINISHED! DO YOU HEAR?"
I wink at Franky who has just had all his birthdays at once.
"I'm glad I finally found out what she meant Franky. Too bad I can't stick
around though. We could have had some real fun. But I've got this problem
with one the bosses here. AND IF HE EVER TALKS TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'LL
BE BACK WITH A COUPLE OF BRICKS FOR THE INSTANT VASECTOMY TREATMENT!"
When I turn to look at Harry, he is about an inch tall. And he can fuck his
job.

tyronelamayer@freeuk.com
www.tyronelamayer.freeuk.com

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